Chapter 1
"Are we fucking tonight?"
Susan Mason pressed her body against her husband as she asked the question. She could feel the bulge in Harry's crotch pushing into her belly. They had just returned home from a boring movie and she was as horny as hell.
Harry managed a noncommittal grunt. Susan expected that. They hardly did any fucking anymore. Sometimes she thought she'd go crazy for want of a hard cock in her pussy! Harry was a sweet guy, but he would never win any prizes as a stud.
She knew she had to work to turn him on. They were both still fully dressed. She rubbed her tits against his chest, hoping the result would be more than just stiffening her nipples.
She had no idea why Harry was so disinterested in her these days. She was only twenty-six. She had a pretty face and her body had curves in all the right places. Men turned to stare at her in the street.
She hadn't been a virgin when she'd married Harry Mason, but she'd been faithful to him. Now, after five years of marriage, the marriage was going stale.
She was a woman in her prime. She needed attention. She and Harry ought to spend more time together. In a few weeks, for the first time in years, they would be taking a vacation. They were planning a trip to Harry's sister's place in Colorado. Susan hoped that getting Harry away from his office would change things between them. Maybe he'd be more relaxed. He'd been working too hard.
He was ten years older than she was, but he was healthy and still in good shape. He was too young to lose interest in fucking.
Sliding her hand down over his belly, she pulled at his zipper.
"Jesus," he hissed. "Relax!"
"Please, Harry. I need some loving!"
His cock was limp. She brought it out of his pants and stroked her fingers up and down his thick cock-shaft. She squeezed his fat cockhead. He had a nice cock. Whenever he did fuck her, she always enjoyed it. The trouble was that she never got enough of it.
Crouching down, she filled her mouth with his spongy cockhead. She sucked gluttonously on his cock-meat, working her lips as she tried to get him hard.
She took the fat knob of his cock halfway down her throat. She had always liked cocksucking. She was good at it. The feel of a juicy prick in her mouth always turned her on.
She loved the taste and feel of a man's fuck-meat. The lewd act of sucking on a cock always made her pussy flutter. Sometimes she was embarrassed by her gluttony. She often wondered if other women enjoyed sucking cock as much as she did.
Pulling her mouth off his cockhead, she began licking his shaft, swabbing her hot wet tongue up and down his pulsating fuck-pole. He was getting hard now. The action of her tongue and mouth was sending the blood into his cock and giving him a hard-on. Whether he liked it or not, he'd have to fuck her!
Was she that difficult to fuck? She wondered if she turned him off. Maybe she just wasn't his type anymore. It happened to people sometimes. They got married, and years later they found out they really weren't suited for each other.
She knew that Harry had a thing about his sister. Carol was blonde with blue eyes and Susan was brunette. Was that it? It seemed silly. He'd married her, hadn't he?
She worked carefully on his swollen cockshaft with her fingers. She certainly didn't want to bring him off. Not before they fucked! She was a little peeved that he stood there like a damned statue while she was on her knees working on his prick.
When she glanced up at him, she could see the way he gazed down at her with glittering eyes. He liked having his cock sucked. She liked doing it, but she wanted it much more often than he did.
Lapping her way up his cockshaft now, she opened her lips again and engulfed his big mushroom. She began bobbing her head up and down, the ring of her lips sliding smoothly back and forth on his slippery, saliva-coated rod.
She pulled her head back until she had only his cockhead inside her mouth, and she used her fingers to pump his cockshaft until he finally groaned.
"Jesus Christ!" he grunted.
Letting his cockhead fall out of her mouth with a popping sound, she straightened up.
"That's enough of that for now," she said. "Let's get to the bedroom and get out clothes off."
She kept her fingers moving on his cock in order to keep him hard. Pressing herself against him, she whispered in his ear.
"I'm hot, Harry. Let's have a wild fuck!"
"I'll try," he grunted. "But I really had a hard day at the office. I'm a little tired."
She urged him along to the bedroom. She made him lie down on the bed and watching her undress. She hoped she could get him horny enough to give her a good fuck.
She teased him as she stripped her clothes off. She felt good. She was in the full flower of her womanhood. Her swollen tits were still firm and with hardly any sag. Her nipples were big and pink and juicy, and enough to make any man's mouth water. She had a full bush of dark cunt hair and her cuntlips were thick and meaty enough to wrap firmly around a cock. God, how she needed a cock in there!
She shivered as she ran her hands over her ass. She clutched her asscheeks, prying them open and pushing them together again. The moons of her ass jiggled like two basketballs. Her ass-crack was deep and dark.
Two cracks, she thought. She had an ass-crack in back and a cunt-crack in front. She giggled at her own silliness.
Squeezing her ass one last time, she moved her hands up to her tits. She always loved running her hands over her body. The touch of her own fingers was exquisitely pleasurable. She rolled her nipples until they were long and hard. Now she finally approached the bed.
"Let's get you undressed," she said.
She helped him off with his clothes. He was lethargic. He was obviously tired. She didn't care. She wanted a fuck, and she was determined to get it.
When his clothes were off, she squeezed his limp cock and tucked him in under the covers.
"I need just a minute in the bathroom," she crooned. "I'll be right back. Don't go away."
She wiggled into the bathroom holding her tits in her hands. Closing the door, she began spraying cologne all over her body. Her fingers toyed with her cunthair. Her pussy was dripping. The insides of her thighs were glistening with cuntjuice. God, how hot she was!
She gazed down at the bulge of her cunt-mound. Her cunt-flesh was swollen and tender. She combed her hair and finished in the bathroom. She opened the door. As she walked into the bedroom, she saw that Harry hadn't moved. She groaned as she realized he was fast asleep.
Damn him! She was angry. They hadn't fucked in so long, and now that they were almost there the bastard had to fall asleep!
Almost at the point of crying, she left the bedroom and went into the living room. She stretched out on the sofa. She lay there in the darkness with her hands running over her body. Her cunt quivered with need. She was still wide awake.
She was terribly restless. She began teasing her cuntlips with her fingertips, gently massaging her little clit. It seemed so unfair! She was still young. She needed fucking and she just wasn't getting it. Their sex life had become a dull routine. She was a woman and she needed a man. She had physical needs.
Her fingers churned in the juices of her wet cunt. She needed a hard cock in there. She needed a long thick prick reaming out her cunt-channel.
She stroked her tits with her juice-coated fingertips. With a soft moan, she opened her thighs wide and began slowly massaging her cunt. She teased and pulled at her cuntlips. She rubbed her fingers in the sticky juice gathered at the mouth of her cunthole. She gently tickled her quivering clit.
She shivered with pleasure as her fingers worked between her swollen cuntlips. She delicately strummed her throbbing erect clit.
Pushing two fingers into her brimming cunthole, she began plunging them slowly in and out of her sopping cunt-channel. Her cuntjuice was flowing heavily. Her fingers made a sloshing noise as they pistoned in and out of her wet fuck-hole.
She used her free hand to cup one of her heavy tits. She pinched and rolled her swollen nipple. She massaged her dripping cuntlips with the heel of her hand, bucking her ass off the sofa as she fucked her fuck-channel back at her fingers.
Her thighs opened, her belly heaving, she bounced up and down on the sofa. Now moving her hand down from her tit to her pussy, she held her cuntlips wide open and teased her clit as she began climbing up towards an orgasm.
Her belly and cunt were quivering. She slid three fingers into her cunthole now and used the other hand to massage her clit. Her fingers sloshed in the juice covering her pussy. She worked up her cuntjuice into a white froth. Her crotch hair was matted down and wet.
"Oh, God!" she moaned, as she felt the heat of her quivering cunt-flesh. Her tits were swollen and the nipples hard. Strumming her clit, she pumped her fingers frantically in and out of her juice-drenched cunthole.
She imagined a big thick cock reaming out her cunt-channel. She thought of a pair of hairy full balls slapping against her ass. She thought of a fat cockhead slamming into the tender meat of her pussy.
The wetness of her cunt turned her on. Her fingertip vibrated her clit in a frenzy now. Incredible pleasure washed up from her cunt to suffuse her body.
She rubbed and teased and massaged her quivering passion button, moaning softly as the hot pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Shuddering, she pulled her wet fingers out of her dripping cunthole and brought them up to her mouth. With a quiver of lust, she pushed her fingers between her lips and began sucking her cuntjuice. She imagined she was sucking a thick cock. Her tongue lapped over her fingertips.
Using the other hand, she plunged three fingers into her cunthole again. This time she had three fingers in her cunt and three fingers in her mouth. She sucked on her fingers with mouth and cunt.
Her tits jiggled wildly as her body convulsed on the sofa. This can't go on, she thought. I have to do something. She had to find a man. She needed a lover. She needed fucking!
With a deep groan, she jackknifed her legs as she came. She cried out. Would Harry hear? Damn him, she didn't care! She continued pumping her cunt, her legs thrashing and her toes curled. It was good. Fucking would be better, but it was good. It would hold her until she could find a cock.